Capo 4

Beyoncé- Pretty Hurts

INTRO:
Mr. third world, your first question
What is your aspiration in life?
Oh, my aspiration in life
Would be to be happy

C Dm F G

(VERSE)
 C                  Dm
Mama said, you're a pretty girl
 Am                      F
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
 C                  Dm
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
 Am                F
What you wear is all that matters
 C      Dm           Am            F
Just another stage, pageant the pain away
 C               Dm
This time I'm gonna take the crown
Am              F
Without falling down, down


(CHORUS)
C         Dm      Am           F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C              Dm                    Am                 F
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
C         Dm      Am            F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C                     Dm                                Am                   
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
             F                               C
It's the soul that needs the surgery

*(Same chords all the way through)


(VERSE 2)
Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says bigger is better
South beach, sugar free
Vogue says thinner is better
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down


(CHORUS)
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery


(BRIDGE)
Ain't got no doctor, no computer can take the pain away
The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body
It's the soul, it's the soul that needs surgery
It's my soul that needs surgery
 
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
And you break when the paper sign leaves you in the dark
You left a shattered mirror and the shards of a beautiful girl


(CHORUS)
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
NO CHORD
It's the soul that needs the surgery


When you're alone all by yoursel
And you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself
It's just a way to masquerade
The illusion that's been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?, yes